It really ets Li’s demand for small snacks.
So, after successfully experinting, Li began mass-producing these talismans, half for Zhang Ze, half for herself.
In terms of food, Li is always thinking about Zhang Ze now.
...
Zhang Ze didn’t disturb Li. After watching by the window for a while, he turned and headed toward the Black Tower of the Thousand chanism Pavilion.
This inverted-down Black Tower houses the secrets of the Thousand chanism Pavilion. Its security level was raised by two levels after being infiltrated by Mr. Xiao.
Currently, Mahayana cultivators guard this place.
As soon as Zhang Ze entered the first layer of the Black Tower, he saw the Mahayana cultivator guarding the place.
The fifth holy beast of the Beast Taming Sect, the white cal, White Pigeon.
Since the village has already hatched and its life is self-sufficient, clinging to the Mother Tree every day to do filthy things, Spirit Deer Valley no longer needs its guard.
With nothing to do, White Cal was sent here to serve as the Black Tower’s security.
White Cal itself had no objection to this, as renting itself out to work is a revenue-generating project for the Beast Taming Sect.
As long as you pay, it can serve as security anywhere.
Zhang Ze ca before White Cal, respectfully saluted, then fed it a fried dough stick.
"Senior Bai, I need to go to the underground Thirty-Eighth Layer."
White Pigeon, "Fine, but give one more; today’s fried dough sticks are quite tasty."
Zhang Ze, "..."
After spending two fried dough sticks and gifting a cup of soy milk, Zhang Ze was transported to the thirty-eighth layer by the White Cal elevator.
This layer stores Mr. Xiao’s severed limbs.
A leg, a right hand, and an eyeball.
They are sealed in crystalline walls, nearly in eternal stillness.
Zhang Ze glanced at White Cal, "Please release that right hand, I need to ask it so questions."
White Cal did not extort fried dough sticks this ti but happily fulfilled Zhang Ze’s request.
With White Cal silently beeping, the crystalline barrier set by Dragon Tiger Mountain appeared with an opening, without damaging its integrity.
After the right hand was removed, the crystalline wall healed in White Cal’s silent beeping.
Sowhat similar to the Divine Technique of "Words Beco Law," with a very high priority.
Looking at the retrieved right hand, White Cal spit Clear Qi onto it with spitting montum and motion.
The Clear Qi turned into a red rope, suspending the hand in a very SM position.
After hoisting the right hand, White Cal spit again.
This ti it was saliva.
"Ha, p-too~"
Under the irrigation of Spiritual Liquid, the right hand slowly awoke.
While its raw and unguarded like a tightly bound naked lamb, Zhang Ze pointed and injected a segnt of mory.
A mory he acquired from the little monk.
After seeing those mory fragnts, Zhang Ze suspects these severed limbs likely did not originate from Xiao Jing himself.
But rather from Mr. Xiao’s kin.
These limbs are experint subjects or substitutes to achieve certain purposes for him.
Just like this so-called right hand, Zhang Ze saw a similar one in the mory fragnts.
Moreover, the condition of these limbs bears similarity to the little monk; their ceiling is sealed.
They can prolong their decay through slumber, thus exchanged for much longer life spans compared to ordinary peers.
It all seems to write the word "tool" on the face, though they don’t have faces.
With the injection of mory, a lock in the broken divine spirit of the right hand shatters, with illusions of mories surging back and forth within its divine soul.
The right hand lets out a soul-originating roar and fully identifies reality.
But because it was too noisy, it received another mouthful jet of saliva from White Cal.
Zhang Ze used a stick to nudge off pieces of fried dough stuck between the right fingers, then slapped them twice.
"Awake now? If so, let’s chat."
Idle, shocked, confused, fearful, as various emotions dwindled, only anger remained with the right hand.
"What the hell is this! Fake, all fake!"
Zhang Ze slapped it twice again, "Believe it or not, I don’t care; it’s your issue, not mine.
"I’m just here to tell you one thing.
"I’m planning to visit Xiao Jing’s old den; if feasible, I’m planning to throttle him, so do you have anything to say to ?"
The right hand paused for a mont, then quickly realized Zhang Ze’s implication, letting out a series of sinister laughs.
But just as it chuckled a few tis, Zhang Ze slapped it again.
Right hand, "Cough, heh, why should I help you, aren’t you afraid I will trick you?"
Zhang Ze, "I said, that’s your issue; I’m just casually asking. Moreover, we’re not fools; not everything you say we’d trust.
"The main reason I ask is because I’m kindhearted, I want you to have so involvent in the Xiao Jing throttling incident.
"You choose not to talk, fine, then I’m leaving."
Said Zhang Ze as he glanced toward White Cal, prepared to ask it to seal the right hand again.
However, before Zhang Ze could speak, the right hand called him back.
"Co back! I will speak..."
Zhang Ze turned back, took out a tall grandmaster chair, a small notebook, climbed onto it, and looked down at the right hand.
"Speak, I’m noting it all."
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